This was written late at night, and it comes straight from the heart. I do not own lost, nor do I own the song 'Delicate' by Damein Rice.
He was standing there watching her. She could feel his dark eyes, feel his smile.
The nights cool breeze caused a number of tiny pricks to pinch her skin.
She shivered and turned around to face him.
To him, she'd never been more beautiful. The soft glow of the moon through the trees on his skin, her eyes shining with so much joy.
The wind lifted her skirt and wrapped it around her legs, her golden hair whipping around her face.
And she laughed. The sound carried on the wind, echoed through the trees.
She smiled at him, and held out her hand.
He reached out tentatively and placed his own dark hand on her pale one.
She twirled around another laugh escaping her lips.
This time he laughed, and twirled her around again, then bringing her close, he set a soft kiss upon her lips.
Neither of them was expecting it. It was so light, so tender and sweet it made her want to cry.
Then she closed her eyes and he held her close.
She opened her mouth and sang softly, pausing after each words.
We might kiss, when we are alone, No bodies watching…
They began to sway, gently, with only her voice to guide them.
Why dy'a fill my sorrow, with the words you've borrowed.
She made him whole, made him feel.
He made her alive, he was her air, her comfort.
And they needed no other.
So as they danced to the silent song, and whispered sweet nothings in each others ears, they were invincible.
They were together, and nothing else mattered.
Nothing else mattered.
We might kiss, when we are alone, No bodies watching